"Oh, ye are a harrrrrd wuman, Quin," said William the gonnagle, "to set the lawyers ontae us.
"See the one of the left there," whimpered a pictsie. "See, he's got a briefcase! It's a briefcase! Oh, waily, wail, a briefcase, waily..."
Reluctantly, a step at a time, presssing together in terror, the Nac Mac Feegle began to back away.
"Oh, waily waily, he's snapping the clasps," groaned Daft Wullie. "Oh waily waily waily, 'ts the sound o' Doom when a lawyer does that!"
"Mister Rob Anybody Feegle and sundry others?" said one of the figures in a dreadful voice.
"There's naebody here o' that name" shouted Rob Anybody. "We dinna know anything'!"
...interlude to the riposte....
"They've got oour names!" sobbed Daft Wulie. "They've got oour names! It's the pris'n oose for us!"
"Objection! I move for a write of habeas corpus," said a small voice. "And ener a plea of vis-ne faciem capite repletam, without prejudice."
...and they discover defense lawyers....
"Hey, they're sweatin'," said Roby Anybody. "You mean we can have lawyers on oour side as well?"
"Yes, of course," said the toad. "You can have defense lawyers."